Didn’t she? Well, she’s right. I do need solace, but not… She interrupted that thought. Well, she might not be able to make up her mind about th... women in her life, but she did know one thing—she was starved. She reached in her fanny pack for her cell phone and pressed the speed dial number for her mother. Carla picked up on the third ring. “Rosanna?” Carla could see Rosanna’s name on her caller ID. “Ma, can I come over for dinner?” asked Rosanna praying that her mother was not going to a show. Angel was being pushed to the absolute limit now as her pussy was being ravished from inside and out. Finally, to her mercy, she felt her orgasm building and when it came, it shook her from head to toe with waves of pleasure. She felt relief only for a moment though because Mrs. Whitman had not stopped. Her attack on Angel’s vulnerable sex continued. The tongue shoved deep into her and the mouth sucked over her tender lips. It did not take long for a second and then a third orgasm to rack the. Fuck....ugh ......me......ugh.....harder! With that he turns into a man possessed, slamming into me over and over harder and harder. Fucking me so hard he is actually pushing his desk across the floor. My head is swimming as an orgasm washes over me, my legs go limp the only thing holding me up is the desk and his hands on my hips, fucking me like a rag doll. At some point after my second orgasm, he flips me over on my back, throws my legs over his shoulders and continues his onslaught. My. " Don't be silly, darling," answered Andrea. "Life is too short to notenjoy things to the fullest. Your body is giving you a major signalabout wearing these clothes. You wouldn't be so turned on by them ifyou were going too far. Just accept the wonderful feelings you getfrom these clothes and stop worrying."After returning home the next day, Robert told Andrea that although thepantyhose felt OK, they weren't as good as the stockings. "I missedthe feeling of the garter straps moving on my.